The Eight Year Rule Revisited

A few months ago I wrote a column about the theory that it takes approximately eight years to become proficient at a musical instrument. The column generated a lot of buzz on the message board. It also generated a lot of sympathy for my own eight year struggle to...

The Elephant in the Bluegrass Living Room

If you want to know the latest news on the economic problems, and how Americans are struggling to keep their head above water, don’t look to the CBA website or the Bluegrass Breakdown for answers. As prices for everything from fuel to milk have continued to skyrocket,...

The Elephant in the Bluegrass Living Room

If you want to know the latest news on the economic problems, and how Americans are struggling to keep their head above water, don’t look to the CBA website or the Bluegrass Breakdown for answers. As prices for everything from fuel to milk have continued to skyrocket,...

The end of civilization as we know it

Last weekend my band appeared before the Northern California Association of Children’s Librarians in a big room at the Fremont Library. It was the group’s annual showcase of entertainers who are looking for jobs entertaining children at public libraries. We have...

The Ephemeral Column

My last column ran for just a few hours so here it is again for those of you who missed it a couple of weeks ago:TWO ANECDOTES(Author’s note: My life changed for the better on September 25, 2008 when I got this e mail from Rick Cornish. I had sent Rick a little...

The Ex Factor

Okay, for starters let me acknowledge that, despite the fact that it’s the first Thursday of the month and everyone is primed for reading another thoughtful and layered essay by Nancy Zuniga, it’s just not going to happen. Nancy and Henry have been called out of town...

The Extension of One’s Soul

One never knows when the inspiration hits. Maybe listening to a favourite recording or the radio, sometimes watching on television or stage, oftentimes it comes from having a friend or relative who plays. But one day, early or late, the fire to play an instrument is...

The Eyes Have It

I had sorrow walk—no, wait, not walk, but rather race–into my life this spring:  A small death of sorts.  After weeks of being ill, I ended up in ER and spent a day of being sent from one specialist to another.  I could tell by the tone in the...

The Faces of Hope

Seems like there’s been a lot of nasty things happening in the news lately. Whether there’s more cruelty in the world, or it’s easier to report with modern media, I don’t know. But any student of history knows that mankind’s capacity and willingness to inflict harm on...